SB (May 1975 / Colorado Springs)

Death Makes Angels Of Us All - The Doors

Your tongue pierces my heart
like a double edged sword
Tears rolling off my cheek turning
to blood as they hit the floor
My heart turning to wax
and melting away inside me
The petals of a rose slowly turning
black and falling to the ground
As my heart dies and becomes hard
I can't breath
The very air I breath for life is stolen
from me in the darkness of the night

by Shannon Black

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Comments (2)

Excellent poem. Keep posting them. R.
a long lost love an hope to live...............its a tragic.....a disaster beckoned.....